Phototropism

I finished reading this in a cold, dark environment with the air conditioning set extremely low, the curtains drawn, and no lights on. God knows how awful I felt...

Let me tell you a ghost story: "Chako, now I truly begin to love the starry sky you loved. Chako, now I am qualified to look directly into each other's hearts under the moon's gaze. Can you hear me, Chako? If you can, then..." My words abruptly stopped, because I realized that my voice was slowly changing from deep to soft, my hair was slowly growing to my waist, and Chako's image was reflected in the moon's distant gaze.

I suddenly understood what I needed to do next: I needed to find a young man and possess his body. I watched the ignorant boy approach from afar, a slight smile playing on my lips... Maechako, huh? Did you choose suicide because you failed, unable to live in a young girl's body? Heh, I won't fail...

Damn it, Prince Huai... He's so powerful... A short story shrouded in a hazy veil. After watching the ending, I felt a lingering sense of satisfaction, and even a sudden urge to cry.

I felt cheated because there was only one chapter, but when I looked it over, it turned out to be a short story.

What is the deeper meaning of "phototaxis"? What is vision in the dark? What kind of person is Chako? Is she related to the moon? Does she really exist? Or is all of this just the protagonist's imagination?

It's really good! The author really knows how to handle this writing style. However, if he hadn't mentioned Chazi's death at the beginning, the effect might have been even more explosive.

Huai Shi… I've always wanted to ask you, have you read Murakami's books or Miyazaki's animations?

Uncle, how about publishing a collection of short stories?

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